Post by High Tide on Oct 30, 2015 20:48:18 GMT -5
The seas were stormy, nothing major but still beyond the capability of most experienced sailors, and so there was little traffic upon the raging waters. However High Tide and his first mate Wasp were anything but ordinary sailors. High Tide was one of the most renowned “Tamers of the Sea” and Wasp was well on his way to becoming a great pirate in his own right. He had trained his partner well, he thought to himself as their boat took a big wave with relative ease.
“Do you realize how completely rigged in our favour this match is? Arr you starting to understand our journey yet friend?” Tide yelled, his voice barely matching that of the wind, sea and spray. Wasp looked back at him and Tide could see the trademark pensive look his tag partner was known for, and then the lightbulb.
“Does it have something to do with the referee?” Wasp asked cautiously and Tide couldn't contain his laughter; laughing almost viciously towards him.
“Of course it does, use yar head matey! Look at the signs! It's a hockey masked referee, a clear nod to our Canadian heritage. However, that is only a sign and not a plan. The plan is simple as this. We use Halloween to cheat our way into another victory. Simple isn't it?” he laughed knowing Wasp still wouldn't figure out the extent of the plan, but he planned to have a little fun. After all, in Wasp's last match, he had certainly earned it.
“You wouldn't dare go to that level would you? Oh who the hell am I asking, you're High Tide, the bad man's bad man. You're going to rig the whole fucking thing aren't you. I'm not stupid Tide, I can see the cocky, satisfied look on your face. You're going to swap referees, you're getting someone behind the mask in our corner. You're savage High Tide, but damn your strategy is impressive. You gotta tell me who we are getting,” Wasp almost pleaded after his moment of superiority, which did take High Tide aback. Maybe Wasp was really getting into the business, maybe one day he would have a fully equal partner. It was a daunting thought, but it brought him some warm feelings, however deep down in the abyss of his rum-stained heart it was, they were warm.
“They are calling it the Killing Floor, however we're turning it into the Billing Floor. Hiring the people to get our new referee in is not the hard part. I have connections in this industry that reach far and wide, and I only need a few people. They are cheap, and we have the profits from the last batch of rum we sold. However, our referee needs to be a sports guy so he can blend in. I took it upon myself to find us not only a sporty man, but only the legend of hockey himself,” Tide teased his smiling returning as he saw the light bulb go on again on Wasp's face.
“Surely you can't possibly mean...”
“Behold Wasp, the sacred island of Wayne Gretzky,” Tide spoke quickly interrupting his tag partner as he gestured with a sweeping motion in front of him. For there was a small island as far as islands go, but not a tiny one. Sure enough, much to the amazement of Wasp, there stood no other than The Great Gretzky himself, motioning for them to come ashore, and High Tide snapped a salute to the man before skillfully putting in to port.
“Welcome Sea Men to my humble abode eh? There's no doubt aboot it the weather could be nicer, but I don't believe you are here for a tour eh? Let's be quick, I run on money not time and I don't like rain eh?” the great hockey legend spoke quickly, and his presence even humbled the usually stubborn pirate.
“My contacts probably discussed the money terms with you already but what you need to do is simple. I will have some guys pick you up. You will go with them and they will find a way to get you into the hockey mask and in the position of whoever the referee is supposed to be. All you have to do is make the match look believable. Slow count for them, fast count for us, but don't be slapping the mat like a walrus in heat. The less management can catch on to our schemes the better. Let it play out, slide in a quick count, and it's over. You'll be rewarded handsomely for very little effort,” High Tide pitched his idea hoping he could appeal to the hockey god.
Gretzky looked at the pirate and his friend for a moment, and then smiled. “If you weren't a bunch of Canadians, eh, I wouldn't think about it twice. However the money is good eh, and it isn't much effort. Count me in boys, now get the fuck off my island I got other things to do. Sorry, eh?” he spoke quickly once again and Tide took the hint, pulling Wasp at a run as they quickly got back into their ship and sailed back out into the sea, the waves of fate looking ever so good against them in their match against “Crazy Power”. Let their power be crazy, Tide thought the rocky waves lulling him into a sense of calm. No matter how crazy they got in the ring, a little brains and a hell of a lot of trickery were going to trump over crazy, every day of the week.
“Do you realize how completely rigged in our favour this match is? Arr you starting to understand our journey yet friend?” Tide yelled, his voice barely matching that of the wind, sea and spray. Wasp looked back at him and Tide could see the trademark pensive look his tag partner was known for, and then the lightbulb.
“Does it have something to do with the referee?” Wasp asked cautiously and Tide couldn't contain his laughter; laughing almost viciously towards him.
“Of course it does, use yar head matey! Look at the signs! It's a hockey masked referee, a clear nod to our Canadian heritage. However, that is only a sign and not a plan. The plan is simple as this. We use Halloween to cheat our way into another victory. Simple isn't it?” he laughed knowing Wasp still wouldn't figure out the extent of the plan, but he planned to have a little fun. After all, in Wasp's last match, he had certainly earned it.
“You wouldn't dare go to that level would you? Oh who the hell am I asking, you're High Tide, the bad man's bad man. You're going to rig the whole fucking thing aren't you. I'm not stupid Tide, I can see the cocky, satisfied look on your face. You're going to swap referees, you're getting someone behind the mask in our corner. You're savage High Tide, but damn your strategy is impressive. You gotta tell me who we are getting,” Wasp almost pleaded after his moment of superiority, which did take High Tide aback. Maybe Wasp was really getting into the business, maybe one day he would have a fully equal partner. It was a daunting thought, but it brought him some warm feelings, however deep down in the abyss of his rum-stained heart it was, they were warm.
“They are calling it the Killing Floor, however we're turning it into the Billing Floor. Hiring the people to get our new referee in is not the hard part. I have connections in this industry that reach far and wide, and I only need a few people. They are cheap, and we have the profits from the last batch of rum we sold. However, our referee needs to be a sports guy so he can blend in. I took it upon myself to find us not only a sporty man, but only the legend of hockey himself,” Tide teased his smiling returning as he saw the light bulb go on again on Wasp's face.
“Surely you can't possibly mean...”
“Behold Wasp, the sacred island of Wayne Gretzky,” Tide spoke quickly interrupting his tag partner as he gestured with a sweeping motion in front of him. For there was a small island as far as islands go, but not a tiny one. Sure enough, much to the amazement of Wasp, there stood no other than The Great Gretzky himself, motioning for them to come ashore, and High Tide snapped a salute to the man before skillfully putting in to port.
“Welcome Sea Men to my humble abode eh? There's no doubt aboot it the weather could be nicer, but I don't believe you are here for a tour eh? Let's be quick, I run on money not time and I don't like rain eh?” the great hockey legend spoke quickly, and his presence even humbled the usually stubborn pirate.
“My contacts probably discussed the money terms with you already but what you need to do is simple. I will have some guys pick you up. You will go with them and they will find a way to get you into the hockey mask and in the position of whoever the referee is supposed to be. All you have to do is make the match look believable. Slow count for them, fast count for us, but don't be slapping the mat like a walrus in heat. The less management can catch on to our schemes the better. Let it play out, slide in a quick count, and it's over. You'll be rewarded handsomely for very little effort,” High Tide pitched his idea hoping he could appeal to the hockey god.
Gretzky looked at the pirate and his friend for a moment, and then smiled. “If you weren't a bunch of Canadians, eh, I wouldn't think about it twice. However the money is good eh, and it isn't much effort. Count me in boys, now get the fuck off my island I got other things to do. Sorry, eh?” he spoke quickly once again and Tide took the hint, pulling Wasp at a run as they quickly got back into their ship and sailed back out into the sea, the waves of fate looking ever so good against them in their match against “Crazy Power”. Let their power be crazy, Tide thought the rocky waves lulling him into a sense of calm. No matter how crazy they got in the ring, a little brains and a hell of a lot of trickery were going to trump over crazy, every day of the week.
